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PROLOGUE
Anjelica in the yew tree at St. Clerans,
age seven
There was a shrine in my mothers bedroom when I was
growing up. The built-in wardrobe had a mirror on the
interior of both doors and a bureau inside, higher than I was,
with an array of perfume bottles and small objects on the surface
and a wall of burlap stretched above it. Pinned to the burlap was
a collage of things shed collected: pictures that shed torn out
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of magazines, poems, pomander balls, a foxs tail tied with a red
ribbon, a brooch Id bought her from Woolworths that spelled
mother in malachite, a photograph of Siobhn McKenna as
St. Joan. Standing between the glass doors, I loved to look at her
possessions, the mirrors reflecting me into infinity.
I was a lonely child. My brother Tony and I were never very
close, neither as children nor as adults, but I was tightly bound
to him. We were forced to be together because we were on our
own. Although I knew he loved me, I always felt that Tony hadit in for me, a bit, and that, a year older than I, he was always
having to fight for what he had. We were in the middle of the
Irish countryside, in County Galway, in the west of Ireland,
and we didnt see many other kids. We were tutored, and my
life was mostly fantasywishing that I were Catholic so that
I could have a Holy Communion, and wearing my mothers
tutus on the front lawn, hoping a husband would come along
so that I might marry him.
I also spent quite a lot of time in front of the bathroom mir-
ror. Nearby there was a stack of books. My favorites were The
Death of Manoleteand the cartoons of Charles Addams. I would
pretend to be Morticia Addams. I was drawn to her. I used to
pull my eyes back and see how Id look with slanted eyelids. Iliked Sophia Loren a lot. Id seen pictures of her, and she was
my ideal of female beauty at the time. Then I would pore over
the photographs of the great bullfighter Manolete, dressed in
his suit of lights, praying to the Madonna for her protection,
taking the cape under his arm, preparing to enter the bullring.
The solemnity, the ritual of the occasion, was tangible in the
pictures. Then the terrible aftermathManolete gored in the
groin, the blood black on the sand. It mystified me that even
though he obviously had won the fight, there were also photo-
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graphs illustrating the subsequent slaughter of the bull. I felt it
was a gross injustice, and my heart wept for both the bull and
Manolete.
I found that I could make myself cry, very easily. Tony began
to question whether I wasnt using this ability to my advantage.
I think he had a point. But for me, it was always about feeling.
People often think that looking in the mirror is about narcis-
sism. Children look at their reflection to see who they are. And
they want to see what they can do with it, how plastic they canbe, if they can touch their nose with their tongue, or what it
looks like when they cross their eyes. There are a lot of things
to do in the mirror apart from just feasting on a sense of ones
physical beauty.
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IRELAND
Tony Veiller, Anjelica and Mindy, Ricki with Shu-Shu,
Seamus, Joan Buck, John Huston, and Tony Huston
with Moses and Flash, the Big House lawn,
St. Clerans, Whitsun, 1962
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CHAPTER
Ricki with Anjelica,
age three months, New York City
Iwas born at 6:29 P.M. on July 8, 1951, at the Cedars of Lebanon
Hospital, in Los Angeles. At eight pounds, thirteen ounces,
I was a big, healthy baby. The news of my arrival was cabled
promptly to the post office in the township of Butiaba in west-
ern Uganda. Two days later, a barefoot runner bearing a tele-
gram finally arrived at Murchison Falls, a waterfall on the Nile,
deep in the heart of the Belgian Congo, where The African Queen
was being filmed.
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My father, John Marcellus Huston, was a director renowned
for his adventurous style and audacious nature. Even though it
was considered foolhardy, he had persuaded not only Katharine
Hepburn, an actress in her prime, but also Humphrey Bogart,
who brought along his famously beautiful wife, the movie star
Lauren Bacall, to share the hazardous journey. My mother,
heavily pregnant, had stayed behind in Los Angeles with my
one-year-old brother, Tony.
When the messenger handed the telegram to my father, heglanced at it, then put it in his pocket. Katie Hepburn exclaimed,
For Gods sakes, John, what does it say? and Dad replied, Its
a girl. Her name is Anjelica.
Dad was six feet two and long-legged, taller and stronger and
with a more beautiful voice than anybody. His hair was salt-
and-pepper; he had the broken nose of a boxer and a dramatic
air about him. I dont remember ever seeing him run; rather, he
ambled, or took long, fast strides. He walked loose-limbed and
swaybacked, like an American, but dressed like an English gen-
tleman: corduroy trousers, crisp shirts, knotted silk ties, jack-
ets with suede elbows, tweed caps, fine custom-made leather
shoes, and pajamas from Sulka with his initials on the pocket.He smelled of fresh tobacco and Guerlains lime cologne. An
omnipresent cigarette dangled from his fingers; it was almost
an extension of his body. His tone was carefully unstudied and
casual. His tastes were eclectic. At work he wore bush jackets
and khakis, as if going to war.
Over the years, Ive heard my father described as a Lothario,
a drinker, a gambler, a mans man, more interested in killing big
game than in making movies. It is true that he was extravagant
and opinionated. But Dad was complicated, self-educated for
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the most part, inquisitive, and well read. Not only women but
men of all ages fell in love with my father, with that strange loy-
alty and forbearance men reserve for one another. They were
drawn to his wisdom, his humor, his magnanimous power; they
considered him a lion, a leader, the pirate they wished they had
the audacity to be. Although there were few who commanded
his attention, Dad liked to admire other men, and he had a firm
regard for artists, athletes, the titled, the very rich, and the very
talented. Most of all, he loved characters, people who made himlaugh and wonder about life.
Dad always said he wanted to be a painter but was never
going to be great at it, which was why he became a director.
He was born in Nevada, Missouri, on August 5, 1906, the only
child of Rhea Gore and Walter Huston. His mothers side of
the family was of English and Welsh descent. Rheas grandfa-
ther William Richardson had been a general in the Civil War
as well as attorney general of the state of Ohio, and had lost
an arm at Chancellorsville. A silver sword presented to him by
his regiment was later passed down to my brother Tony. Wil-
liams daughter, Adelia, had married a prospector, John Gore,
who started up several newspapers from Kansas to New York.
A cowboy, a settler, a saloon owner, a judge, a professionalgambler, and a confirmed alcoholic, he once won the town of
Nevada in a poker game.
After Rhea was born, in 1881, Adelia became the editor of
one of John Gores publications, but she had already decided
she would have to leave him. Sent to a convent school, Rhea
consequently underwent a spiritual crisis, having made a pact
with God to sacrifice her life so that her parents might continue
to live together.
As a young woman, Rhea, like her parents, was drawn to
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journalism. She began writing freelance newspaper articles in
St. Louis and was able to obtain free passes to shows and plays
as a reviewer. When a show called The Sign of the Crosscame to
town, she went backstage to interview the leading man, Wil-
son Barrett. She noticed someone who appeared to be an older
actor, wearing a full beard and carrying a staff, but with the air
of a much younger man. It was Thanksgiving a few days later
when she returned to the lobby of her hotel, feeling alone in the
world, and fell into conversation with a young man wearing redslippers. He told her that his name was Walter and that he was
an actor. He explained that his mother had made the slippers
for him, and invited Rhea to dinner. She wrote afterward, Had
it not been for a pair of red crocheted slippers, things would
undoubtedly not be what they are todaytheir laces have tan-
gled my life and knotted my heart strings in a way that cannot
be undone.
Walter was born in Toronto in 1884, the fourth child of
Elizabeth McGibbon and Robert Houghston. His family, of
Scotch-Irish descent, were educators, engineers, and lawyers.
Elizabeths mother was a schoolteacher, and Roberts father,
Alexander, was a pioneer who had settled in Ontario, Canada.
Walter was an indifferent student, but early on displayed a pas-sion for the variety shows at the Shea Theater. He and his best
friend and older cousin, Archie, were inspired to create their
own shows in the basement of Walters house. Walters sister,
Margaret Carrington, was a gifted opera singer, credited with
being the first person in America to sing Debussy.
After several attempts at conventional jobs, Walter and
Archie earned enough money to enroll in acting school, then
joined a traveling theater troupe. Although they rarely received
a salary, they loved the life and decided to jump a boxcar on a
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freight train to New York. They were seventeen years old and
ready to hit the big time.
Constant auditioning in New York soon paid off: both boys
began to get small parts in plays, and Walter met the character
actor William H. Thompson, who gave him a whole approach
to acting.
When Walter joined the touring company of The Sign of the
Crossand performed in St. Louis, he encountered a little girl, full
of energy and everything pertaining to the arts. She didnt laughat his slippers. Rhea was a petite five feet four, a horsewoman, a
smoker, and a sports reporter. Walter and Rhea got married in
secret on the last day of the year 1904, after knowing each other
only a week. Rhea wore a black veil and an ill-fitting dress that
she tried to cover up with her bridal bouquet for the pictures.
My fathers first memory was of riding in front of his mother
on a black horse over cobblestones. She loved a challenge, and
Dad said she was better with animals than with people. Walter
and Rhea separated when Dad was six, and he spent his early
years in boarding schools. On holidays, he would travel with
his father on the vaudeville circuit and with his mother to the
racetracks and ballparks.
In 1917, Dad was misdiagnosed with an enlarged heart andBrights disease, a sometimes fatal kidney ailment. Rhea moved
him to the desert climate of Arizona, where he was confined to
his bed for nearly two years. In that condition, unable to leave
his room, he invented stories. He also had started to draw and
paint, which he did for the rest of his life.
A later, more accurate diagnosis allowed Dad to escape his
detention, and he moved with his mother from Arizona to Los
Angeles, where he acquired a serious interest in boxing. After
school, he often took a long bus ride across town to watch the
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matches at the Olympic Auditorium. Encouraged by a friend
who shared his enthusiasm for the sport, Dad took boxing les-
sons at a city playground and eventually won a Lincoln Heights
High School championship in his weight division and twenty-
three out of twenty-five boxing-club matches. He dropped out
of high school two years early, hoping to become a professional
fighter, but his growing passion for writing, painting, and the-
ater soon pulled him in other directions.
When Dad was eighteen, he reunited in New York withWalter, who was working on Broadway. Watching his father
on the stage would provide him with the best education on
the mechanics of acting, and enabled him to obtain a few small
roles. When Dad underwent mastoid surgery that winter, Wal-
ter thought it would be best for him to go somewhere warm to
recover. He gave Dad five hundred dollars and sent him to Vera
Cruz, Mexico, for a couple of months. It was post-revolution,
and the streets were filled with beggars and outlaws.
After taking a train to Mexico City, a journey made all the
more exciting by the constant threat of ambush by bandits, Dad
moved into the Hotel Genova, a former hacienda. Through its
manager, a woman called Mrs. Porter, who had a glass eye and
a wooden leg and wore a wig, he met Hattie Weldon, who ranthe finest riding establishment in the city. Hattie introduced
him to Colonel Jos Olimbrada, a soldier in the Mexican army
who specialized in dressage. Because Dad was running short on
money, Olimbrada suggested that he take an honorary position
in the cavalry and have his choice of the best horses in Mex-
ico to ride. By now he was running with a dangerous crowd,
and soon Rhea arrived to persuade him to return to California,
threatening that Walter would cut off the supply of money if he
did not comply with her wishes.
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Once talkies began in Hollywood, Walter Huston came into his
own as a film actor. His first major role was opposite Gary Coo-
per in The Virginian.He would go on to become a great charac-
ter actor and leading man, starring on stage and screen for the
next twenty years. He portrayed Dodsworth on Broadway and
appeared in the movie adaptation, in addition to acting in films
such asAbraham Lincoln, Rain, The Devil and Daniel Webster,and
Yankee Doodle Dandy.He had a beautiful voice and was famousfor his rendition of September Song, from the musicalKnick-
erbocker Holiday.
Although Walter helped Dad get writing jobs on two films
he was starring in, A House Dividedand Law and Order,Dads
first few years in Hollywood were disappointing to him not only
as a writer but in other ways as well. There was a marriage in
1925 to a girl hed known in high school, Dorothy Harvey, that
lasted only a year. Then in 1933 his career came to a halt when a
car he was driving struck and killed a young woman who darted
out into the street. Dad was absolved but traumatized, and left
for Paris and London, where he became a drifter, down and out,
playing harmonica for change in Hyde Park. After five years in
Europe, during which he took the time to reassess his life, hereturned to Hollywood, intent on making it.
In 1937 he married Lesley Black, an English girl whom he
described as a gentlewoman in his autobiography, An Open
Book.He divorced Black in 1946, when he was forty years old,
and made Evelyn Keyes, the actress who played the sister of
Scarlett OHara in Gone With the Wind,his third wife, on a spur-
of-the-moment trip to Las Vegas after a vodka-fueled dinner at
Romanoff s.
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When the House Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC)
began its intimidating interrogations in Hollywood in 1947, at
the outset of the Communist witch hunts, Dad, with the writer
Philip Dunne, formed the Committee for the First Amend-
ment and, alongside a group of other well-known artists, such
as Gene Kelly, Humphrey Bogart, Billy Wilder, Burt Lancaster,
Judy Garland, and Edward G. Robinson, bought space in the
trade papers to argue that the hearings were unconstitutional.
For several years following, many innocent people sufferedas a result of having been labeled Communist supporters, even
though many of them, including Dad, had never had an affilia-
tion with the party. This experience fired his interest in work-
ing and living outside the United States.
In 1947, Dad directed Walter in The Treasure of the Sierra
Madre,for which they both won Academy Awards.
My mother, Enrica Georgia Soma, was a ballet dancer before
Tony and I were born. She was five feet eight and finely made.
She had translucent skin, dark hair to her shoulders parted in
the middle, and the expression of a Renaissance Madonna, a
look both wise and nave. She had a small waist, full hips and
strong legs, graceful arms, delicate wrists, and beautiful handswith long, tapering fingers. To this day, my mothers face is the
loveliest in my memoryher high cheekbones and wide fore-
head; the arc of her eyebrows over her eyes, gray-blue as slate;
her mouth in repose, the lips curving in a half smile. To her
friends, she was Ricki.
She was the daughter of a self-proclaimed yogi, Tony Soma,
who owned an Italian restaurant called Tonys Wife on West
Fifty-second Street in New York, where all of Broadway would
come, including the Nelson Rockefellers, Frank Sinatra, and
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Mario Lanza. Grandpa would teach them all how to sing.
Rickis mother, Angelica Fantoni, who had been an opera singer
in Milan, died of pneumonia when Ricki was four. That broke
Grandpas heart. But he took a second wife, Dorothy Fraser,
whom we called Nana, a pleasant, no-nonsense woman who
raised my mother under a strict regime. Grandpa was dictato-
rial and prone to aphorisms such as Theres no intelligence
without the tongue! or Through the knowledge of me, I wish
to share my happiness with you! When we visited, he likedto have us stand on our heads and sing Oh, what a beautiful
morning, oh, what a beautiful day. Then he would continue
on with a few arias.
Tonys Wife had the warm, genteel atmosphere of Northern
Italy in its dark wood, red carpeting, flocked wallpaper, and pho-
tographs of Grandpa in a bow tie posing on his head with vari-
ous Hollywood luminaries. Off to the right, my uncle Nappy,
in a sky-blue blazer, shaking up martinis behind the mirrored
bar, bathed in a pink light. In the back of the restaurant were
the kitchens, which I visited a few times with Grandpa, to see
the pots boiling and the steaks sizzling, men in white shouting
at one another through the steam.
The family lived upstairs in an apartment, which felt discon-nected from the restaurant. It was quiet and dark with uneven
carpeted floors. In the living room there was a piano with sheet
music from which Nana played each morning for Grandpa to
sing while he stood on his head. He claimed to have married
Nana on the basis of her talent as an accompanist.
Grandpa also had a summer house, in Miller Place, a ham-
let on the north shore of Long Island. Grandpa had great rever-
ence for the foundations of the English language and spent long
hours in his round blue mosaic tub meditating on a dictionary
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in a bathroom atop his shingled two-story house, overlooking
steep bluffs and the Sound below. When you ran down to the
beach, the sand made an avalanche at your heels.
Philip was my mothers one full sibling. Angelica and Tonys
first child, who had been called George, died as a baby. When
my grandfather remarried, Dorothy gave birth to a girl and
two boysLinda, Nappy, and Fraser. Nappy was named after
Napoleon, because Grandpa claimed to have Corsican blood
running through his veins and thought he was a descendant ofthe great emperor. They all lived in the apartment above the
restaurant.
Occasionally, Grandpa would have Ricki come downstairs
to greet the guests, some of whom were likely to be show peo-
pleTonys Wife had become a speakeasy for a time and had
remained a favorite stopover among the Hollywood set ever
since. One evening, my father walked in and was met by a beau-
tiful fourteen-year-old girl. She told him that she wanted to
be the worlds finest ballerina and described how she wore out
her ballet shoes, making her toes bleed. When he asked her if
she went to the ballet often, she said, Well, no, unfortunately,
she couldnt. It was difficult, she explained, because she was
expected to write a four-page essay for her father every time shewent. So Dad said, Ill tell you what. Ill take you to the ballet,
and you wont have to write an essay. How about that?
But Dad was called away to war. As he later told the story,
quite romantically, hed intended to hire a carriage, buy Ricki a
corsage, and make it an event. Four years later, sitting at a din-
ner table at the producer David Selznicks house in Los Ange-
les, he found himself placed beside a beautiful young woman.
He turned to her and introduced himself: We havent met. My
name is John Huston. And she replied, Oh, but we have. You
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stood me up once. My mother hadnt seen him since she was
fourteen. Having studied under George Balanchine and danced
on Broadway for Jerome Robbins, Mum had been the youngest
member to join the best dance company in the nation, Ballet
Theatre, which later became American Ballet Theatre. Now,
at eighteen, she was under contract to David Selznick, and her
photograph had been published on the June 9, 1947, cover of
Lifemagazine. Philippe Halsman had come to photograph the
companys prima ballerina but had chosen to take my motherspicture instead. In the photo spread inside the magazine, she
was likened to theMona Lisathey shared that secret smile.
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